Archive for November, 2008
Today was a truly wonderful day. I didn’t think it was going be so good at 3a.m. this morning when I woke up with a pounding headache and realized that I had to be at the clinic at 7a.m. Nothing good ever comes from a headache in the middle of the night!
But my luck changed as the day went on. A few things that made today memorable: one of my cats who has a tumor in his sinuses ate on his own and expressed continued interest in life. You have to realize that he has been battling this cancer since February and the fact that he is still living is a minor miracle. I count my blessings when I think of him because he is so special. He is my cat hero.
My father turns 85 years young tomorrow. He had a medical test today and the doctor exclaimed that not only was my father healthy but that the doctor wishes his health would be so good at 85. I count my blessings that he is my father. He is my human hero.
Me and my Daddy
I continue to receive positive feedback for the presentation that Daniel Bernard Roumain and I gave at Sul Ross Middle School (San Antonio, TX) as well as the lectures I presented at UT Austin and the recital we gave for the 180 Group of Texas Public Radio, also in San Antonio. These responses make me realize that I am actually doing something worthwhile with my music.
I wonder what tomorrow has in store for me?
Ahhhhhh, back in the land of warmth and margaritas. I love coming home. For me, home is peaceful and warm–year round. Home means really fresh tortillas, balmy temperatures, the world’s best salsa and the reassuring sound of my parents’ old clocks.
On this visit, I am really busy. I am meeting with music students at the University of Texas at Austin to share with them my “Piano-in-Tow” experiences, giving an evening performance with Daniel Bernard Roumain for the 180 Group as well as a mid-day presentation at Sul Ross Middle School. All of this activity will probably interfere with my visit to my favorite nursery–Hill Country African Violets. HCAV has one of the biggest selections of African Violets that I have ever seen. They have dedicated a very large greenhouse entirely to violets. And, then of course, there are the rooms in another building where the proprietor propagates new plants…I will also miss the opportunity to visit the gravesite of a former colleague of my father’s. Many years ago, we started a tradition of visiting this gentleman’s grave whenever I am in San Antonio. Part of the tradition is to drive the old green Mercedes out to a cemetery just east of Boerne, TX. Better than ketchup
I have promised several Nebraska friends that I will bring back jars of La Fogata’s Roasted Salsa. As far as we are concerned, it is the best salsa available! My mouth is watering just thinking about it…